Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 64 of 98
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 64: what you’re looking at
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“Would you kill me?” she gasped. _——-—-«* ‘Tf you force me to do it. Do you think the life of one a woman would stand between me and my object? Pah; you ‘do not know me, Come.” “What would you do ?” “Come, I say. Do you take me for a fool? You must go. with me to the mainland.” ~“T will not.” “ Living or dead ; take your choice,” Kill me if you will, I will not go with you.” A look of demoniac fury gleamed in the eyes of the masked _ chief. Twice he lified the dagger and as often the look of | undaunted firmness in the eyes of this brave girl stopped him, and he thrust the knife into his belt and caught her in 2 S “The devil take me if you shal! not d6 as I desire,” he said angrily. “Come away. I am your master.” Releasing her mouth fora moment the girl screamed twice, =. S loudly as she could. Her voice was heard, and there rung out clear and loud upon the afternoon air the war-cry ie top the Oneida, and they beard Chenango coming at full speed. With a bitter curse, the mask lifted his clenched hand and dashed it into the face of the girl with stunning ae force, and then, plucing her in the canoe, he thrust it away from ‘the shore, and grasping the paddle gave half a dozen Sg strokes, which sent him clear of the island just as eS Chenango, wild with rage, bounded out upon the point of the sland in full view of the scene. _ “White dog,” he screamed, “ shaking his hatchet in the 7 = “stay and meet the Oneida. Coward, do you fear me ?”’ “Hal ha!ha! My worthy chief, let those laugh who win. eo! should have brought your rifle.” Sah * coward wars upon women; a great brave strikes at rm ait cried Chenango. p= “Thank you. I think the cowards strike the nobler prey. or Lad you good-day, my brave Oneida. We shall meet — = = 6) a4 white dog with a black heart,” shrieked Chenanga, E> — « rae se pos Yo no harm to the beautiful child, nor insult her by a =e Bad you do, Chenango, the Oneida, will follow 2h Oy. -xne